She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 509: In the Face of Life and Death

Five minutes had passed, and there was a countless number of people waiting in line for Kyson’s treatment, while nobody came to Cheyenne.

Eddie was starting to feel anxious for her.

“Cheyenne, should I go and help you find some patients? I remember a few patients adding me on Line before; they were seeking medical help,” he suggested.

“No need,” she declined his offer, her gaze shifting towards the cleaning lady standing by the street.

From the last moment to now, the cleaning lady had been looking over in this direction with hesitation.

Cheyenne raised her red lips and said coolly, “I’ve got a patient.”

“What?”

Before he could get a response from her, Cheyenne headed towards the cleaning lady.

Meanwhile, Leah, seeing her actions, thought she had willingly given up the competition and smirked triumphantly. “So quick to give up? Seems like all that boasting led to nothing… A bit of self-awareness would be good.”

Before Leah’s words had fallen, a clear voice interjected, “Who said I’ve given up?”

Cheyenne returned, bringing with her a middle-aged cleaning lady in a yellow sanitation worker’s uniform. She looked to be in her fifties, with hair turning white from the rigors of hard labor, and her face weathered and wrinkled from years of exposure to the elements.

She held a broom and stood somewhat bewildered in place.

“She’s so filthy. Why would Cheyenne bring such a lowly person here?”

“Yeah, it stinks! The air is filled with the smell of garbage… I can’t bear it, I’m sick.”

out of here

were the hurtful

deep sadness on her face as she apologized

disdain, despite not saying anything, her actions crushed the old woman’s sense of pride. Kyson, observing it all, furrowed his

of the cleaning lady’s wrist and

discontent, but

selected a replacement patient from

coat and gloves,

she asked the cleaning lady

months now, I’ve been experiencing intermittent abdominal pain, dizziness, and frequent vomiting, especially at mealtimes,” the woman answered with a hesitant

epigastric region, indicating that she likely had chronic gastritis and

the hardest

had identified

took out a set of silver needles, each varying in size, thickness, and

needle, she proceeded to skillfully insert it

had high medical skills, and her

in silent

but admit that Cheyenne indeed had

curled her

appendicitis. The best

finish her words, Kyson himself refuted her, publicly stating, “Leah, watch it carefully

accept this. She murmured, “Grandfather, whose side are you

“I know.”

head and began to focus on treating his

at Cheyenne, while he pondered a question: What if he were asked to treat that cleaning

Based

would be a relatively long process before the patient recovered. After

hand and thanked her, “Thank you, Miss Lawrence, you have no idea how much I’ve suffered due to this illness over the past two months!” Cheyenne wasn’t accustomed to such effusive gratitude. She helped the woman to her feet and said, “It’s alright.